The Caste Of Cock 3.3/5 (15)

I remember meeting Abraham soon after he had come back from living for three months in India. He had gone to search for an extra spiritual dimension I suppose, that is what most young men do when they trek around that place. I knew about the poverty, we all do, the grinding filth and depravity of the ramshackle cities. Life is lived in the raw. Abraham brought home other insights though and they were to do with caste.

India has a caste system with Brahmins at the top and the untouchables at the bottom. It’s snobbery on speed, worse than the English and their class obsession. Once you are born within a caste it is impossible to get out. When it comes to finding a partner you advertise in the paper by caste. A Brahmin for instance wouldn’t deign to marry down.

I remember Abraham and I drinking a few beers at a bar and he telling me about the candour, the quiet acceptance of the inequality of all that. We were flirting and he insisted that in sex terms, I was surely a Brahmin, a proper sex priestess. I had really good looks, a college education and an impressively paid job in banking.

It was all very sexily put! I teased him back and said then that he was Brahmin too because of his lovely black skin and his physique earned after long hours in the gym. His attitude was pure arrogance, he MUST be a Brahmin!! We were laughing but he kissed me on the lips and I accepted his tongue within. It was the most sensational erotic kiss!

Afterwards I asked him what caste Robert my husband was and he said earnestly, ‘Ellie…way down the caste order.’ He kissed me again and again I accepted his kiss. ‘Does he ever please you?’ he asked quietly. Well, right then, that spring, Robert didn’t. We had rowed over a house move and I’d snapped at him that he was a coward. No risk seemed worth taking in his view. I admitted to Abraham that Robert bored me and that was it…our affair began.

Guilt is usually part of an affair but not it seemed if you were upper caste. Abraham fucked me sensationally, his hefty cock driving bullet hard inside me. I would feel my cunt spasm and grip down on his thick shaft but I was never able too control my orgasms. Abraham told me that I was too good for Robert, that was superior caste to him, that he had no right to expect to come to my bed.

Frankly I accepted the assessment, knotting against my black lover, clinging to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I clenched hard, over and over on his cock. My sex was always dripping by the time that I dressed to go home. I smelled of Abraham’s conquest, his bold physical love making and his thick white creamy semen. ‘Will you order him out of my bed?’ I asked at last.

It was a terrible need, an aching need. I didn’t want Robert’s cock anywhere near me! I wanted Abraham to hurt Robert, yes, hurt him! Robert suspected that something was changed, but he didn’t quite know what. So Abraham’s little intervention was going to come as a shock!

The next Saturday night Abraham was going to drop by at our home and introduce himself to my husband. Abraham was going to teach him. how to respect his betters! I was told to wear a little leather mini skirt, stockings and high heels. I had already bought a Rolex watch that matched the one that Abraham wore and that was to be worn too so that may husband could quickly read the situation before him.

‘You’re going to hurt him aren’t you?’ I asked softly, breathlessly. Abraham nodded. Robert had to be broken and humiliated. Abraham looked at him that certain way that said, you know what that entails…don’t you?’ I did. Our caste conversations had been really rather intimate. Sometimes superior caste males fucked lower caste males to reinforce their dominance.

It wasn’t a gay sex thing, it was a power statement. Once the inferior was putting his butt up for regular fucking he wasn’t pretending to be equal any more. He wasn’t even pretending to be masculine, someone who would have the nerve e too compete for me. ‘You have to watch’ Abraham said calmly, ‘whilst I take him.

You have to watch to understand what a filthy low caste critter your husband is.’ I nodded and kissed my lover. Terrible it was for sure, but my pussy thrilled at the raw prospect of the contest. ‘You want Robert to see that I approve of what you do with him’ I whispered huskily. Abraham smiled. ‘Yes’ he said.

Saturday passed in a dream. I was constantly wondering how the drama would play out. I felt by turn anxious and arrogant. By chance my BMW Z4 roadster had been in for service and the mechanics had told Robert just how expensive it would be to repair my car. I just demanded a new one from Robert and the ordered it there and then! Imagine what a bitch I felt knowing what Abraham was about to do to him.

I watched Robert sign over the bank transfer to pay for my nice new car. When we got home I dressed in the clothes that Abraham had dictated and poor Robert thought that his luck was in. He stared at my tiny skirt, the high heels. He smelled my expensive perfume and noticed my new watch. ‘I need to fuck you Ellie’ he murmured, his eyes transfixed by my looks. I smiled. ‘It will take more than a new car…I’m too good for you’ I told him curtly.

I must have looked like the ice queen, all calm disdain and haughty assessment. The attitude aroused him. ‘Christ…you get my dick stiff’ he observed. I smiled again and told him to fix me a drink. He handed it to me this fingers trembling. I really did have him up on edge right then. ‘I get a lot of men stiff…but they don’t get do they./ They have to wank instead’ I said very quietly, very calmly.

‘You’re seeing someone aren’t you?!’ Robert demanded. I paused. It was such a long pause and then I nodded. ‘You wank…you wank your load thinking about it, don’t you?’ I taunted. Robert blushed. I was his wife. I wasn’t meant to taunt like this was I? But I was too good for him…way too good for him. ‘You’re terrified and you wank off, jerking, hoping that I won’t leave you’ I added, rubbing the salt into every wound he had.

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